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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%]it wasn't worth it. putting up a fight. it would be so easy just to succumb and let some other poor soul take over; see how they would like it. they had a pretty shitty life anyway. at least the booze was good, though. speaking of booze, usul took a sip of their vodka and blood cocktail and gazed dramatically into the ocean. from their position on top of a half-buried boulder out on the beach, one could see quite far. wincing at the bitter taste of the drink, usul shook their head, once again cursing the melding that had given them vampirism. it just really fucking sucked that on top of being a whole jumble of fucked up a-holes in one body they had to drink fucking blood to survive. god-fucking-damn it. their head pulsed with pain, a reminder of the battles being fought up there. "fuck it."


    you're just a collection.


    no, it wasn't true. they had coppercrowns and the whole chaos union to back them up - they were somebody. they had a life. it wasn't a lie. usul cor leonis was a real person, with friends and family and a life. then why were they here, instead of there, with their brother? simply put. copper wasn't their brother anymore. they had other siblings, other friends, other family, who mattered more. "n-n-n-no. t-t-that's n-n-not t-t-t-t-true." the evidence is right there in your voice. why would you have a stutter if other memories weren't more prevalent? "g-g-get o-o-out." you can't get rid of yourself, you poor delusional creature.


    you're a crazy bastard.


    well, that was true. nothing worth denying there. but usul sobbed, curled up in the fetal position on the cold rock. "i-i-i-i-i-i'm n-n-n-n-not c-c-c-c-c-crazy." then why can't you remember who's who in that puzzle you call a brain? look what happened when that westeros ambassador visited. you went full-out crazy on him, and he doesn't even know you. are you deimos, peter, or usul? make up your goddamned mind. the bicolor's bandaged form grew, and the bandages stretched, then broke, leaving an unwounded, stygian wildcat lying on the stone. their feathery wings curled tightly around them. they were almost too big for the rock. once more they shifted, this time shrinking into the form of a domestic, with raven-colored fur and a skeletal frame. the form that coppercrowns and scorchedraven would recognize them in if they ever returned to the chaos union. usul's sobs echoed around the beach.


    INFORMATION

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt]Knowing that one themselves had more than just a single face, it was literally terrifying. Usul wasn't the only one who had to go through an experience of not knowing who they really were. Gameboy himself experienced it too. The feeling of not knowing who he truly presented, the confusion and frustration was definitely high on level, the information and memories was a lot to take for a small precious mind of one's, oh yes, the Sunguard had sure gone through all of what Usul would go through. It was extremely exhausting, and ever since he discovered his reincarnation of Callipygian, he doesn't know who he was anymore. What was a lot more of a bombshell to him was that not only was he a reincarnation to at least ten people, he was also a human. Caleb John Norwood was what he was once known as. He remembered having a sister and a parent. His sister, Clara and his dad, he also remembered how they died from a car accident when they were heading back home from his sister's school, and never in the end, he would give her the sun necklace as she wanted.


    It was terrible.


    His history was now a mess also, complicated as hell, let me reworded that. yet he knew that he would grow through new experiences and adventures, have happy and sad moments, the people would come and go as they would put a mental mark against his soul, memories leaving the warm smiles or the bitterly shivers to the spine, and eventually does he figured that his history simply repeated. Gameboy feared he would never figure out on who he really was. Was he Callipygian? Caleb? Gameboy? Who was he, really? It was a mystery to one and another, even Gameboy himself couldn't figure out on who he was, and it was extremely exhausting whenever he tried to do it so. It really was. The Sunguard never really met anyone who had a similar experience as he had with his reincarnations and just constantly questioning his true identify, today though, perhaps he will, and it all started when the ebony feline heard the sounds of one's sobs echoing across the beach during the early spring of April.


    At first, while Gameboy without a thought immediately rushed towards where the source of the sobs was coming from, he didn't know who it belonged to. Yet with fear and concern screaming at his mind, constantly telling him to go faster and faster, when he finally reached to where he could see the other feline nearby, he noticed the familiarity of their auras. It felt strong, and like his strings being pulled to come closer, he does it so before he realized it was... Usul. 'Oh my god.' Widened eyes, he quickly came over to their side and the sight of seeing them like this went hard and quick, striking straight through his chest and left a pain within. He noticed the bandaids being torn off from them, yet he wanted to calm them down first, so he lowered himself to their height and tried to get their attention before he could move on. "Usul, hey, hey, it's me, Gameboy - look at me, please." He didn't know what was really going on in Usul's point of view, but he knew it was bad. Extremely bad.